Les Miserables

[ Chattering ]

No previous convictions?

- Ah.

- No, sir.

Jean Valjean,

when you come into this court...

you are guilty

until you prove yourself innocent.

You have failed to do this...

and there is nothing for me to do...

but to pass sentence on you

according to the law.

Oh, I- I-

I didn't mean to steal, sir.

What-What was I to do?

Th-There's my sister and her family.

And I'm their sole support.

There was-There was no work...

no bread, no food.

I- I can starve, but-

but you can't let babies starve.

You-You can't hear a baby cry for food

and do nothing.

With all that, we've nothing to do.

The law is explicit.

The sentence is...

1 0 years in the galleys.

Ten years?

Ten years?

But you can't.

You can't send me to the galleys.

You don't know

what it means to be hungry.

You don't know what it means

to be out of work!

I've tried and tried!

I've walked 20 miles a day to find work!

No work! No bread.

[ Chuckles ]

I didn't mean to steal.

We were only hungry, I tell you!

Hungry!

- Hungry! You can't take me away!

- No!Jean!

- You can't take me away from her!

-Jean!

You can't take me away!

- [ Crying ]

- You can't!

Next case.

Remove the evidence.

[ Stamping ]

You should do well. Next.

''EmilJavert.

''EmilJavert, four years,

Landrecy District.

''Record, good.

''Examination, not brilliant,

but shows painstaking ability.

Application for promotion

denied on account of''-

Javert, this is left to my discretion.

The higher authorities seem

to have doubts about you.

You know what it says here.

You had a father who died

as a prisoner on the galleys.

Well?

It's quite true, what it says there.

My mother was a tramp.

My father died in the galleys.

I, myself, was born in prison.

Well?

I swore to myself

that I would not be of that class.

I swore to get out of it,

and I did get out.

I said to myself, there are only

two classes of society-

those who attack it

and those who guard it.

The book of regulations are my bible.

Why, if you take this away from me...

what is there left?

I beg you to believe, sir...

that never would I fail

in my duty to the law.

It's my whole life.

Ever to fail would break me, sir.

Appointment confirmed. Next.

[ Stomps Foot ]

[ Man ]

2906.

[ Grunts ]

[ Gong Continues ]

Lean on me.

[ Gong Continues ]

[ Shouting ]

- Hold on.

- [ Shouting Continues ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Man ]

Hey. Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Do it up here then.

- Over there.

- Hey.

Got him.

[ Guard ]

All right.

We'll have to remove his collar, sir.

His neck's injured.

Sorry. Regulations.

Only the doctor can give that order.

- But the doctor's away ashore, sir.

- That's too bad. He must wait.

Whilst I'm in charge here, regulations-

good, bad or indifferent-

must be carried out to the letter!

Take him out, give him what help you can,

but the collar mustn't be removed.

[ Man ]

29 1 0!

29 1 1!

29 1 2!

Uh, hey. My food.

Too late.

Why, you-

Where's my bread?

- [ Chuckling ]

- Why, you-

[ Screaming ]

[ All Shouting ]

[ Man Shouts ]

Come on!

[ Shouting ]

Chain him up here!

[ Man ]

Hey. Wait a minute.

[ Shouting Continues ]

[ Whistle Blows ]

[ Men Coughing, Moaning ]

And we hope the punishment

you've undergone...

has given you time to reflect upon

the evil courses that you have pursued.

Now that you are free once more

and going into the world again...

see that you endeavor to lead

honest, sober, God-fearing lives.

Pray for guidance...

trusting always in his everlasting

goodness and mercy.

Peace be with you, my sons.

Jean Valjean.

You'll report to Pontarlier.

You know the regulations.

Report to police headquarters twice a week

for the first year, once a month for the second...

once every three months

for the third...

and thereafter, on the first of every year

for the next 1 0 years.

Failure to report is a breach of the law

and means immediate arrest.

Give him his passport and his money.

Next.

- My passport is yellow.

- That's for your attempt to escape three years ago.

Give him the money that's due to him.

Next.

Jean Valjean, 1 09 francs.

Oh, no. No, it should be 1 7 1 .

1 09.

Don't you think

I've worked it out for myself?

Ten years' work, 3,652 days...

1 7 1 francs.

You've forgotten deductions

for Sundays and holidays.

- Well, you- this-

- Are you going to take it or leave it?

- Making trouble already?

- No, I've-

Calm yourself, my son.

Calm yourself.

[ Accordion ]

It's a lie. No room, no food.

- There's plenty of food. My money's good, isn't it?

- That isn't it.

- What then?

- We don't want your sort around here, that's all.

I'm a free man. I don't owe you anything.

I don't owe anybody.

Why shouldn't there be a place for me?

There is- outside.

[ Men Laughing ]

[ Laughing Continues ]

[ Thunderclap ]

Get out of here! Leave me alone!

You leave me alone.

So they left you this, eh?

Who are ya?

You want to know who I am?

I'm a convict. Yeah.

I served my sentence.

Now my punishment begins, it seems.

Look, in prison

they gave me a bed of wood.

Now I have one of stone.

[ Laughs ] That's what they do

when they set you free.

[ Laughing ]

Well, call the police, why don't you?

Have me turned off this as well.

Have you tried to find shelter?

Shelter? I've knocked at every door.

- Have you knocked at every door?

- Yes.

Have you knocked at that one?

- No.

- Knock there.

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